AN: I made this type of Cancer up! I don't have cancer, so I am not sure what is possible and what is not, but this wont get into the science stuff, just basic things. Bear with me on the medical facts okay? I know I said this would be Leukemia, but I changed my mind. Sorry!

BPOV

Have you been to see the doctor lately Bella? I sighed as I read the text message on my phone that Edward bought me.

Yeah, Mom didn't I tell you? I punched my friend in the face and broke my hand. I told her.

I am talking about the specialist in Seattle and you know it. she texted back.

No, I will this weekend, okay?

Fine. Love you. Hang in there honey.

I sighed as I turned my phone off. See, I have had cancer, cancer de la mort lente (AN: I used all my creativity coming up with the story, so the name of the cancer isn't good)more specifically since I was six. When it came to my sickness, I was the complete opposite of helpless. My motto was "If you don't give up on life, it won't give up on you." One of the reasons I moved in with Charlie is because there is a really good specialist in Seattle. He is extremely accurate at predicting if and when people are going to die from the cancer. Apparently, I was supposed to die in 3 months. This cancer is very rare, and few people have been diagnosed with it. Most come to Seattle because of the specialist, but there is no treatment for it yet. There are five other kids at the hospital with me that have this disease. Most stay there all the time to be observed in case they get sick again.

My goal was to be the first person to live past his assigned death date. Edward didn't known about it though. Luckily, he was going hunting this weekend. The fight with Victoria was a couple weeks ago, so I hoped Charlie would let me go since things had died down.

"Dad?" I called as I walked downstairs.

"Yeah Bells?" he asked.

"Mom wants me to go see Dr. Westing this weekend, okay?"

"Seattle? I don't know Bells. Things haven't been the greatest there lately." he said uneasily.

"Charlie, you know that I need to go." I told him.

"Fine, but I am taking you. Deal?" he said. He knew I hated when he took me, but I knew I had to go with it if I didn't want him to worry.

"Fine." I huffed. "Good night, I am going to bed."

"Night kiddo." he said.

I went and took my shower. I walked into my bedroom and there was Edward, on my bed. I smiled at him.

"How are you doing?" he asked me anxiously.

"Fine." I said.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing, I am just really tired." I told him.

"Come and rest, love." he said. I climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep, only to be met by nightmares.

I was in the hospital, about to die. I had 3 hours until I had made it past my nineteenth birthday. Edward was mad because I hadn't told him about the cancer. He refused to save my life by changing me and then he left, me calling after him.

I awoke to him shaking me. "Bella?" his velvety voice said, "Wake up love, you were having a nightmare."

"Edward," I sobbed into his chest.

"What was it about love?" he asked me worried.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." I told him.

"It was about me leaving again, wasn't it?" he asked.

I nodded. "It had a twist that I really don't want to talk about, but how did you know?"

"You normally tell me your dreams. But when you don't, I know it is because you don't want to hurt me." he said.

"Sorry." I told him.

"Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep."

I drifted off into thankfully dreamless sleep.